sabbath

i play my best
at old, creaky
church pianos.

chipped keys
with hymnals
scattering old bulletins
and the faded, crumbling edges of pages
all around.

where i can be alone.

not really a performance,
unless the audience is one.
and i don't have to think anymore.

just playing,
old chords
i don't have to worry have been repeated
because they have
and that's the beauty of it all.